kpmomma
I have an audience of one. Just myself. Well, maybe my husband, at times. At least I can entertain myself pretty well. The internet helps. I laugh a lot. Laughing is good for the soul.
A classic... Meaning old. I feel old. But I'm not a classic. More like a worn out tire. You wouldn't call that a classic, would you? I didn't think so. I'm tired. A tired tire. Hmmm...
She wanted a cookie and I told her no. She screamed and cried, hoping I would give in. I don't give in. She knows that. She kept screaming and I started to get a headache. I put her to bed. She can scream in there. I need a beer!
Gym shorts: So right on some, so wrong on others. I wonder what happened to Cheeky Man in Monterey. He was so hot! NOT! Run, Cheeky Man, RUN!
I love to wander through the rooms of my mind. Each door leads to a different memory. Each memory brings a different feeling. Each feeling brings a different mood. The longer I live, the more rooms there will b
With on flick of her wand the entire orchestra raised their instruments in anticipation. As the curtain rose the ominous music set the tone for the first act of the play. The
Laurie Berkner sings a song about bees. It's really catchy and cute and so wonderfully fun! I haven't heard the song in a while so I just looked it up on youtube.com. It lifted my spirits. I needed that. I've been a little down lately. Hopefully I'll snap out of it soon. I hate being sick... No, I'm NOT sick!
It was almost time to go when I remembered I had forgotten my purse. I walked back into my hotel room and something inside me made me stop and look around. I don't know what it was, a premonition of sorts. But that brief hesitation changed the rest of my life...
I swept away the broken glass and thought of all that had just happened. What now? Where do we go from here? I know the answer, but that doesn't mean I like it. She was taken away in an ambulance and all I could think of was not her, PLEASE not her!
Final countdown. You've fucked up again. How long do I have to wait before I get to say goodbye. At what point do I get to just take care of myself? Get your shit together or I'm out. For good.
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